So I went to the SG Gala this year.
It was fun, as I knew it would be, but let's start earlier in the day...
I woke up and felt like shit. In fact, I continued to feel like shit for the remainer of the day. I won't go into details.
Because I know myself, I assumed that this was my mind's way of creating a way out of going because I was nervous. My body always comes up with a bullshit reason to get out of things. Hell, I had to do subtle breathing exercises on the subway on the way there just to make myself actually attend.
But not this time, and I ignored it.
Anyway, I arrived around 9:45 PM, and the place was still pretty empty, which was not surprising, because it was still pretty early. I chatted briefly with Radiofrank and Northern, then settled down and had a drink.
I spent the rest of my time there kind of bouncing around and having brief conversations with Wolverine43, Nicoletta, Agy,Vesta,NateH, Mneylu, Luscious, Dutsi and Flit. Some were VERY brief, and I wouldn't be surprised if the aforementioned people don't remember speaking to me at all.
The music was good, and the people were having a good time, and I was once again not let down by how nice SG members are.
Eventually, however, whatever had me feeling shitty caught up with me. I had this nagging headache all day that started to build up and really bother me, and I eventually realized I was absolutely exhausted. In fact, I damn near fell asleep on the street having a smoke!
So I left pretty early (probably around 1-1:30 AM), and passed out for about 17 hours when I got home. I was, in fact, ill. No psychosomatic illness to avoid social situations this time.
No, I'm not discounting the presence of too much alcohol in my system, nor am I discounting the small quantity of pot I smoked (I know I shouldn't do that. But I did), but it all caught up with me and I just had to jet. I did not suffer from any of the other side effects of too much booze (ie.
), just unbelievable fatigue. I suppose I could have been having a subtle anxiety attack (yes, I have those. My heart races but my body doesn't exhibit the more obvious symptoms. It's something that happens with me on Paxil. It's annoying to say the least.) And if you've ever had a anxiety or panic attack, you know how exhausting they are.
But it was nice to see the folks from the site in the flesh, and I got to meet Dusti, which I wanted to do, as I've been conversing with her on this site for quite some time.
All in all, a good night. I do hope that I didn't say anything ridiculously stupid when I started to really lose my mind to fatigue. I do that. A LOT.
A'yuh,
J.R.
P.S. O.k., this really bothers me. Agy is about the cutest thing on this site. Her set needs to go live. Go here and say nice things so it does.
It was fun, as I knew it would be, but let's start earlier in the day...
I woke up and felt like shit. In fact, I continued to feel like shit for the remainer of the day. I won't go into details.
Because I know myself, I assumed that this was my mind's way of creating a way out of going because I was nervous. My body always comes up with a bullshit reason to get out of things. Hell, I had to do subtle breathing exercises on the subway on the way there just to make myself actually attend.
But not this time, and I ignored it.
Anyway, I arrived around 9:45 PM, and the place was still pretty empty, which was not surprising, because it was still pretty early. I chatted briefly with Radiofrank and Northern, then settled down and had a drink.
I spent the rest of my time there kind of bouncing around and having brief conversations with Wolverine43, Nicoletta, Agy,Vesta,NateH, Mneylu, Luscious, Dutsi and Flit. Some were VERY brief, and I wouldn't be surprised if the aforementioned people don't remember speaking to me at all.
The music was good, and the people were having a good time, and I was once again not let down by how nice SG members are.
Eventually, however, whatever had me feeling shitty caught up with me. I had this nagging headache all day that started to build up and really bother me, and I eventually realized I was absolutely exhausted. In fact, I damn near fell asleep on the street having a smoke!
So I left pretty early (probably around 1-1:30 AM), and passed out for about 17 hours when I got home. I was, in fact, ill. No psychosomatic illness to avoid social situations this time.
No, I'm not discounting the presence of too much alcohol in my system, nor am I discounting the small quantity of pot I smoked (I know I shouldn't do that. But I did), but it all caught up with me and I just had to jet. I did not suffer from any of the other side effects of too much booze (ie.
), just unbelievable fatigue. I suppose I could have been having a subtle anxiety attack (yes, I have those. My heart races but my body doesn't exhibit the more obvious symptoms. It's something that happens with me on Paxil. It's annoying to say the least.) And if you've ever had a anxiety or panic attack, you know how exhausting they are. But it was nice to see the folks from the site in the flesh, and I got to meet Dusti, which I wanted to do, as I've been conversing with her on this site for quite some time.
All in all, a good night. I do hope that I didn't say anything ridiculously stupid when I started to really lose my mind to fatigue. I do that. A LOT.
A'yuh,
J.R.
P.S. O.k., this really bothers me. Agy is about the cutest thing on this site. Her set needs to go live. Go here and say nice things so it does.
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My Dad did a roast chicken dinner last night. My first meat for nearly six months. Tender, juicy, free-range, organically fed chicken. With gravy. Tasted like nothing on earth, I remember now why I was such an avid carnivore. Crispy skin and creamy fat and *drool*
Can't go back....not now, precious....
And it didn't make me feel like shit, which made it even better